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Another Short With Shit In It.

The toilet watched the cheeks plant themselves firmly on its seat.
It watched the anus with intent, scrutinizing each quiver, each clench. The anus relaxed, sphincter drooping slightly as gas and smaller pellets of poo dropped. An introduction to the weighty stool to follow. Soon it came. It was a thick stool, strong in odor and sound in color. Clearly, a fine bout of digestion had taken place The stool left a long olive smear across the inside of the bowl. It had dropped just above the water line, leaving an impeccable mark. No mean amount of flushing would wash that scar away. As the lever depressed and the stool rushed into the trap, it left a new signature along the porcelain. Not indelible, but lasting nonetheless. But the toilet took it all, seeming to smile with its smooth cozy seat and carpet covered lid. It did a capital job of hiding its indignation. But one day, it vowed ruefully, it would back up. Yes, one day it would flood the world in its own shit.